Rismawanda Violin

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There's nothing you can do to help Risma. Risma herself could never forget the memories she had been through all this time.

Mama has tried to make Risma believe, if the meeting and separation will always be there, as long as the night is still changed by day. As long as the sun is still shining, then as long as it is, the law of meeting, there will always be separation.

What else to take. All this time, Mama also tried to find out about Wanda. But it never produced results.

The Wanda family just disappeared, like being swallowed by the earth, without news.

....

Risma held a small bag on her back. As usual, he and his two older cousins will go to school together.

"You know what? Soon, the school will hold an art match between schools, you know" said Wira excitedly.

"really? Where did Mr Wira know that there was an art match between schools?" syima said excitedly.

"Yes, you know, I accidentally passed by, then listened to the principal talk about the art competition yesterday."

"Wuah, if yes what sis Wira said this, I also want to come along," said Syima excitedly.

"I want to run the race too, but if I'm not wrong. The race can not be followed by anyone, the school will choose its participants to participate in the race. Because this is the school representative," Wira explained in a slightly regretful tone.

"Well, if it's gone, I hope to come along. After all, my ability to play the violin is not good" Syima said in a weak tone.

"Oh yeah, I just remembered. When it comes to violin, Risma kagonya," said Wira energetically.

"Eh yes, I also forgot about this," Syima said excitedly as she looked expectantly at Risma.

"I'm not interested in running an art competition. You can try it, I'm not interested in it one bit" said Risma flatly.

"Well, Risma. Don't ditu dong, your violin is very stunning, don't let the talent be wasted Ris," Syima said while staring expectantly.

"I don't mean to be Shima's sister."

"Ris, you have an amazing talent. Why don't you want to try it?" the word Wira helped Syima persuade Risma.

"Oh yeah, I went in first. I'm not interested in talking about the race" Risma said as she walked away from Syima and Wira.

Both of her cousin sisters could only see Risma's back and forth entering the classroom door.

"Hmz," said Syima while making her heavy breath.

"I also entered the Wira. We'll talk later, I'm sure, Risma will come later."

"Desperate as well you turned out to be Syim," Wira said with a smile.

"I won't despair. I want everyone to know that Risma has extraordinary talent. Let him be known and will be busy with his world" Syima said as she walked in Risma's footsteps.

"Basar women, if you already have a desire, will definitely want to realize his wishes," said Wira.

The entrance bell rang, all the students headed towards their respective class. Leave everything they do in the cafeteria.

"Good morning to the children" said a teacher greeting the students.

"Good morning ibuk ..." said all the students simultaneously.

"Today, you have a new student. He's a transfer from high school outside our town."

"Please enter Yudha, please greet and introduce yourself" said the teacher again.

A boy entered in a cool style that displayed an overwhelming aura of charisma.

All eyes were on the man who had just entered and stood in front of the class with a beautiful smile.

Risma rounded her eyes when she saw this familiar male figure.

The man smiled at her. A very charming smile. Making the girls melt, upon seeing that smile.